Anyone who has more than a passing familiarity with my blog of the last, oh I guess, 6 months or so, might know that I have been on again, off again searching out the people I was young with thirty five years ago.
Using kind words to describe what they are now to what most were back in the day would be to say that they have mellowed. If I were to use the words that more accurately portray what many of my peers from yesteryear are now, well, many have become tight ass old farts who are too used to the comforts they have and now fear the change they supported back in the day. They have become their parents.
For many Boomers, there is no fire, no passion about anything but the material aspects of their lives or the prospects of change on those material aspects in the future. As their lives slowly march towards the Sunset, it's all about how comfortable can they be before they die.
I am not excluding myself here. I have also become comfortable I guess with my position in the scheme of things. I enjoy being isolated from most of the madness now sweeping the planet. I am concerned about the material aspects of my life and also concerned about their status in the future. My seventeen year old cathode tube TV is on it's way out. Lately it has been refusing to turn off when urged to do so by pushing the button. I need some new shoes, new glasses, and my teeth could probably use a tune up. I too would like to continue with at least the comfort level I have now.
At age 22 my peers and I were often seen protesting for change. Anti-war, Gay rights, Women's rights, Civil Rights. We were all about letting people live their lives as they saw fit.
Now my generation makes up the bulk of the population who are protesting against change or out of self interest, protesting for change directly affecting their lives. Without a consideration for what keeping the status quo may cost future generations, they assemble wearing silly hats and whine about how tough their lives might be if this or that happens. Many go so far as to hoping they can dictate how others live or don't live.
I have never been more ashamed of many of my old friends than I am now. Many of my Boomer peers have forgotten that one of the few constants in this Universe of ours is "Things will Change". Nothing remains the same forever. You can either get in front of it and help that change make the most positive impact. Or you can stand around with rifles on your shoulder whining about the change that will happen no matter what weapon you are packing.
I have never been one to seek rapid change. Maybe it is my conservative roots or the lessons of my own knee jerk ways that make me slow to accept anything new. But I always end up at least tolerating the change that comes my way. And often I embrace it. Well, that's not exactly true. I have never embraced Rap which became Hip Hop and the crotch around the knees look. But I tolerate it. And that is what a sizable portion of my population has lost. They have lost their ability to tolerate that which does not fit into their narrowing view of the World. Predictable maybe, but I don't have to like it. And I no longer have to like them.
A follow Up of sorts - In all fairness to one of the jokers who disrespected the man with Parkinson's at the Tea Bagger Rally in Ohio, I should at least recognize that at least one of those braindead idiots stood up, apologized and is feeling, I think, real remorse for his actions. He made no excuse. He blamed no one but himself.
I have to respect that kind of ownership. A tip of my hat to Chris Reichert.
Keep it 'tween the Ditches........................